“I have another idea,” he said slowly, fingers playing with the mithril draped across his chest. “Yes?” Gandalf prodded, grey brows knotting together. “In case he doesn’t –” Bilbo’s voice faded out and he toed the ground hesitantly. “What?” Thranduil asked, voice dripping with malice. “Continue, Halfling, or I will force the words out of you.” “Let him speak,” Bard cast the elf-king a side-eyed glance, before letting his gaze rest fully on the young hobbit. “What is it, Master Baggins? What is your plan should the Arkenstone fail to convince him?” Bilbo took a breath. Let it out. Took another and turned to Gandalf, cracking his knuckles nervously. “You’re not going to like it.” ~Bilbo offers himself as a part of the trade for the Arkenstone to sweeten the pot and get Thorin to agree to peace.